Adriana Evans Abdl Novels & Stories

I asked, the image of her angry face flashing in my mind. Jess shrugged. John cleared his throat. “That’s Lady Eliana. She’s pretty influential around here. Comes to the library sometimes. The staff treat her like royalty.” He paused, then whispered, “I think she might be Alpha Adrian’s Luna.” He immediately clapped a hand over his mouth. “Forget I said that.” “My stomach dropped. James’s expression turned serious. “Whatever is happening between you and Alpha Adrian… you should end it now, Rox. You don’t want that kind of trouble.”

Alycia lifted her head, her throat going dry as she swallowed nervously. At twenty years old, this was the first time she had seen a man this handsome. His eyes were a unique colour—not like most foreigners—somewhere between brown and black. She wasn't sure, but she couldn't focus on them anyway. His gaze was sharp and expressionless. He was Adrian Evans Anderson, the only son of Aaron Daryl Anderson, one of the wealthiest businessmen in Australia, owning nearly 70–80% of major businesses across the country. Adrian extended his hand. Alycia blushed and was about to take it, but something unexpected happened.

Across the top, written in neat handwriting, were four words. MY BEST FRIEND EVA Both exchanged looks. For the first time all day, hope returned. "How did I not think of Evana?" I muttered. "She could lead us straight to Ariel." "Eighty-five percent probability," Adrian replied instantly. I snorted. "Only you would calculate grief." He assembled the number and pressed call. Ring. Ring. Ring. A woman answered. "Hello?" Adrian straightened. "Evana?" Silence. Then cautious suspicion. "Who's asking?"

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

asked Ira in her honey coated tone. “I am good. Do you want something?” asked Ben, his voice sounded very exhausted. “Nope, why are you sounding so dull? Is everything okay?” She enquired in a fake worried tone and rolled her eyes. “Yeah. It’s nothing. What is it? Tell me why did you call me at this time?” asked Ben in a low tone. “Well, I was wondering about something. Do you know anything about Isabella Evandor Adino? She is Evandor’s dead wife!” Ira came straight to the point.

She always had. When they drifted away, Isabella Torres slid into the space they left. She's Adrien’s CFO. She's thirty, with a sharp bob, and a sharper tongue, the only person in his empire who didn’t flinch when he cut. She didn’t smile when she leaned in, her words for his ear alone. “Evelyn’s been working the board tonight. Watch your back.” Adrien raised one brow, sipping his scotch. “When don’t I?”

His mind was still reeling from his earlier thoughts of Bella and Aaron when his phone rang, shattering the silence. He answered, and Mark's urgent voice came through the line. "Evan, I've got some bad news. Adrian has escaped from jail." Evan's heart skipped a beat. "What? How did that happen?" ********************************************

Keneth asked. "Eve Marviez. She has photos with Adro, and I believe you should see them. Now, Eve has no immediate family and is somewhat ill." "That's impossible. I don't have family here." Adro said to Keneth. "Ma'am, it seems you've made a mistake. Adro doesn't have family in this country. He's from abroad, and his family is still intact." Keneth clarified. "Sorry, but can you explain to Adro that Eve keeps insisting on meeting him? At least come for a brief visit, also to check the truth of Eve’s claim. He might consider it a fan visit." The woman requested.

She also told me about the troubles that you two had in your marriage. You ought to be thanking your ex here for being so gracious about letting Emily stay the night here. Well, I know that Maddison can be kind when she wants to be, so thank you very much, Maddison, for letting her stay here. She got a glimpse of Mr., what is your last name? My name is Shane Evans. Wait, you would not happen to be the Evans who owns Evans Incorporated, would you? Why, yes, I am, he tells Gabriel.